Well, here we are officially at week 39. I typically deliver early, as you know, so it really could be any time now. My body has done it's usual "Hey- you're in labor! No, just kidding, you're not" since Friday, meaning I've dealt with regular contractions that stop and two bouts of feeling icky in a pre-labor sort of way.

And of course above it all stands our almighty, omnipotent God who holds our baby's days in His hands. I know there will come a time when I will begin to think I can't take anymore, and He will faithfully deliver me. This morning I read Isaiah 43 and thought it was a perfect fit for labor: